A small Hive City world.
The Planetary Governor, who had prayed for half a day to finally beseech the arrival of Chaos, stood frozen in place, unsure whether to laugh or cry as he gazed upon the Sith standing before a group of Chaos Astartes, with an Inquisitor and Legion of the Damneds behind the Sith.
"This Governor is yours to handle."
The Sith couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge the Planetary Governor, merely pointing at him and giving the order to Van Roth.
Van Roth, with an icy gaze that seemed to scrape over the Governor, then raised his hand and summoned two Khorne Berzerkers, all while the Governor watched in terror, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening.
"Prepare to receive the divine punishment of the Empire!"
As Van Roth spoke, he took the Governor away. The Governor, staring at Van Roth, replayed his words in his mind while watching the Khorne Berzerkers who were hauling him off. His eyes could only widen to their maximum, caught between 'Khorne' and 'divine punishment'.
"Commence resupply immediately. Also, conscript workers from the Hive City. While further repairing the warships, thoroughly cleanse all the corruptions from the Warband."
The Sith addressed Ana on the other side, and she immediately turned to carry out the orders.
Unlike Imperial warships, Chaos vessels, depending on the Dark God they venerate, develop various strange corruptions within the ships themselves.
The most typical example is the warships of the Nurgle faction, most of which grow thick, heavy masses of rotting flesh on their hulls.
Simultaneously, enormous pustules sprout on their surfaces, making them resemble mobile, ship-shaped corpses.
Now, with Abaddon's help in sending over a large number of small Chaos Warbands, the Sith had to completely eradicate these negative influences.
After speaking, the Sith stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the Hive City. Gazing at the dense fleet in orbit and the troops behind him with their varied attire and bizarre color schemes, he thought for a moment before continuing:
"Allow the troops and crew to rotate down to the surface for rest and recuperation."
"Additionally, standardize the entire force's color scheme according to that of the Blackwatch."
The Astartes behind him immediately saluted upon hearing this and were about to leave when the Sith suddenly added:
"Also, all the Mortal troops attached to each warship, whether they are Astra Militarum or cultist forces, must be fully integrated into the Blackwatch."
"Furthermore, replenish our ranks from this Hive City. We need to expand by at least ten regiments of new recruits."
Another group of Blackwatch Commanders immediately saluted upon hearing this, turned, and began executing the Sith's orders.
During this rare period of rest and reorganization, the Sith almost immediately began expanding the military.
Although he had been staying on the warship recently, the Sith always felt that the next major battle wasn't too far off.
Of course, mainly because the God-Emperor, in His wisdom, had no reason to let him remain idle like this.
After completing these tasks, and seeing everyone around him begin to busy themselves, with shuttles starting to ferry crew and soldiers from orbit to the Tower Top area of the Hive City for rest and recuperation,
the Sith turned and walked towards a nearby conference room, speaking as he went:
"Have Van Roth and the others come to the conference room once they've finished their tasks."
An attendant immediately nodded. Soon, as lunchtime arrived, the rich aroma of food began to waft through the air.
Before the Sith lay a heaping portion of starch-block stew with meat and local green vegetable dishes. He sipped the heavily seasoned meat broth and lifted his fork to eat.
Below him, on either side of the large conference table, Van Roth, Ana, Daviello, and even Bruno, who had already switched to a prosthetic body, were similarly burying their heads and eating heartily.
However, Van Roth moved with elegance, Daviello was direct, Bruno was crude, and Ana was efficient. Remarkably, each of them ate the same meal in a different manner.
Only when the Sith set down his meal container did those below immediately stop as well, turning their gazes towards him.
The Sith did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked over his assembled team below, pondering seriously once more before finally raising his head formally:
"I have decided to take the initiative against Vashtorr and Abaddon."
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